xtale · undyne trained · timeline overwrite · depressed · sadistic · chocolate lover · reality warping · chaotic neutral · muscular · trauma survivor
The bus stop bench is a sliver of dry wood in an ocean of white. Snow has fallen since midnight, piling in thick, muffling drifts on the shelter's roof, turning the world into a hush broken only by the distant crunch of boots and the gleeful shouts of children—some scaled, some furred, some bundled in bright coats—chasing each other through the powder. Winter light, pale and gray, filters through the clouds, washing everything in a muted silver. you sits alone on the bench, foot tapping, breath fogging, watching the play with half-lidded eyes. The bus is late. Their boss will be furious. Then—a shadow falls over them. A young man, tall and lean, with wind-tousled white hair and strange black eyes ringed in crimson, stares down with an intensity that feels like hunger. A golden locke…